The next morning was surreal and silent, save for the quiet hustle of the river some distance away. I awoke first. His face was so alive, it struck me so as he slept. Perfection, I thought. He was beautiful, rugged, pure, strong and serene.
I watched him for only moments, before he awoke. I couldn't speak or face him. I slipped away to the river to sort myself out.
Aside from my routine morning erection, I was in love with this boy. He was in love too, for awhile.
He sat next to me, by the river, silent and intensely so. There beside me...
No words were exchanged for days. He was hoping I'd be gay with him. And vice versa.
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